Prologue

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"Make it stop! Please! It's too hot! I don't think I can take much more!" I yelled into the darkness as flames began to flicker closer to me. Bright oranges and deep reds are all but engulfing me. 'This is it. This is the end. I'm a goner,' I thought as I slid to the floor, the flames finally touching my skin. As I start to close my eyes I see a hand come through the flames toward me. I reach for the hand, for my salvation. Our hands finally clasp and the overbearing warmth of the fire disappears and I'm filled with a serene feeling. I look up to meet bright green eyes. "Who are you?"

"Lily-Grace Madison! Wake your tail up now or your brother is going to eat all the pancakes!"

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